{"id":"01KFE0HC9HJ0ZV2B5Q07DJWCK4","cid":"bafkreifm4zlsi4fqngdyugblvjxc7ev2qbcgu7xp3inchzduiz26yfpvpu","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreihvvqnxznomsr7f5krrt2qsvo3uds5kvkllb3h6y735mqe6nj2zn4","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0262.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768923112744-2h2dme2te85","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0262.jpg","page_number":262,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":194558,"text":"254 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT\npainting there, didn't you notice them? It's very, very im^\nportant for them.\"\n\"Painters? No, I didn't see them,\" Raskolnikov answered\nslowly, as though ransacking his memory, while at the same\ninstant he was racking every nerve, almost swooning with anxi-\nety to conjecture as quickly as possible where the trap lay and\nnot to overlook anything. \"No, I didn't see them, and I don't\nthink I noticed a flat like that open. . . . But on the fourth\nstorey\" (he had mastered the trap now and was triumphant)\n\"I remember now that some one was moving out of thd flat\nopposite Alyona Ivanovna's. ... I remember ... I remember\nit clearly. Some porters were carrying out a sofa and they\nsqueezed me against the wall. But painters . . . no, I don't re-\nmember that there were any painters, and I don't think that\nthere was a flat open anywhere, no, there wasn't.\"\n\"What do you mean?\" Razumihin shouted suddenly, as\nthough he had reflected and realised. \"Why, it was on the day of\nthe murder the painters were at work, and he was there three\ndays before? What are you asking?\"\n\"Foo! I have muddled it!\" Porfiry slapped himself on the\nforehead. \"Deuce take it! This business is turning my brain!\"\nhe addressed Raskolnikov somewhat apologetically. \"It would\nbe such a great thing for us to find out whether any one had\nseen them between seven and eight at the flat, so I fancied you\ncould perhaps have told us something. ... I quite muddled it.\"\n\"Then you should be more careful,\" Razximihin observed\ngrimly.\nThe last words were uttered in the passage. Porfiry Petrovitch\nsaw them to the door with excessive j>oliteness.\nThey went out into the street gloomy and sullen, and for\nsome steps they did not say a word. Raskolnikov drew a deep\nbreath.\nCHAPTER VI\n\"I don't believe it, I can't believe it!\" repeated Razumihin,\ntrying in perplexity to refute Raskolnikov's arguments.\nThey were by now approaching Bakaleyev's lodgings, where\nPulcheria Alexandrovna and Dovmia had been expecting them\na long while. Razumihin kept stopping on the way in the heat","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:31:52.744Z","text_extracted_by":"pdf-processor","text_has_content":true,"text_source":"born_digital","uploaded":true},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KFCZZ05FKVDDMJJV3YE9Q4WH","peer_label":"crimepunishment00dostiala.pdf","peer_type":"file","predicate":"derived_from"},{"peer":"01KESYJX0Z6XE0HWTS5N3SDG0B","peer_label":"The Classics","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-20T15:31:56.157Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:31:57.866Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}